Home Poems | Examples of Home Poetry

Fly, bird, why don't you fly away? And the bird still stays Even though it knows its a bad place to be The bird's stuck there Because its the only place it knows where to go The only place it'll call home And it knows there's somewhere It can go and be safe And the bird will like it But it can't. It wonders what...

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Palindrome Poem...Reverse Verse about our Perverse Universe (flip gravity.. what goes down must then come up - sorry..read down then back up) "In this place we all call home Monstrously Machiavellian Doesn’t have to be Islands of strangers Ominously Orwellian Tribal totems & talismans tome Demagogic Or Pedagogic logic Instead could still see Rangers free from dangers roam Embraces spaces for all races & faces Riffs not tiffs...

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She left me. She left to abandon me in a vulnerable state. In my weakest state. The hurt and heart break was enough damage. The words that were said felt said to abandon me. She is a monster in everything she does. I don’t know how to feel really. Do I feel anger, abandon, sadness, happy? I just know I was...

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I lost so many days, Trudging through that battle field, Struggling under the weight of armour, Tired of putting up my shield. Precious time lost stuck in turmoil, Always at war with my mind, Looking for a way to take control, Seeking the peace I craved to find. I chose to take the torch, Relighting the spark burnt out inside, Fuelling a brand new way...

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shield me from the world, my beautiful curtain, shield me from prying eyes shield me from the horrors of this universe, and all their pretty lies. the world sees how beautiful you are, my curtain, they see how much i adore you. they see your worth within your piece of cloth, of flowers and textures through and through. yet they don’t know the...

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There's peace in simplicity. Embrace it. Peace in simplicity By Michelle Morris 18/05/2025 There's peace in simplicity Look around; feel calm and whole The less things you own The less stress on your soul People forget about this When they chase material things But once you leave this mortal coil It's mostly stressful for the remaining beings Those loved ones who...

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O! Same place, same time morning chill and cracks of sun curled in dark doorway her shape, her pulse same line Same doorway she calls her home ‘tween supplements west and bath bombs east colours waft and mingle, stenches wrap early morning baking under all Breathing rasping cocoon of red cloth silent breaths thru curved teeth flicking thoughts, cloudlike slip ear to ear passing dreams, rapid cut,...

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It was a long way home I had wandered for many miles Searching for that pot of gold That’s said to be at the end Of every rainbow I saw a lot of rainbows That stretched across galaxies With no end in sight But no hint of a pot of gold Did I see I encountered a lot of well-polished stones And although there were Well worn...

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Since I left home in Memphis, Tennessee, and landed on my face. I woke up in this place, and saw fishes swimming next to me.  I found firewater, never the sun. Is this any way to drown, in the soaking part of town? Goodbye, good luck, your loving son. ...

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“Wherever I lay my hat”, he said Inferring home was there. A state of belonging bound in felt Anchored in darkest millinery. He had his hat; his hat was home. The putrid hostel beds and often doorways Always home to him, Never mind the ice-cold fingers, Ripping at his worn sleeping bag Storm after storm assaulted the city. He was warm within himself. He had his...

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In my happy place: Island that is my birthplace. Joining the rat race As a temporary face In my store at my own pace....

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chances of me leaving home chances of me donning blues chances of me wearing a flight suit chances of me being chosen to carry the sports flag chances of me staying what chance do I have to find love chances of living a life apart from what I had known chances of being whistled...

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My first home had no walls or windows; it was a warm, wordless place, enveloped in the beating of a heart, My mother's womb, that dark cathedral of safety where time didn't know how to count the days, Nor was pain allowed to enter that silent sanctuary, where silence was a sacred vow, I didn't know I existed,...

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Home, a word that people wear like a cloak of light, uttered like a spell of peace, a place where the heart finds rest, but for me, it has always been a land of shadows and troubling echoes, never a sanctuary of safety, but a silent struggle for survival. Since I was a child, I felt the pain hidden...

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We all have beginnings somewhere, a place where the soul first took root and drew its history, fixed a compass point, a pin in a map to mark its home. For me it was here where the horizon began in a haze of mangrove trees and broad tidal flats and boats bellied in mud when the sea sucked back the river leaving its...

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